then Busan is San Francisco.
a different accent. a different pace. equally marvelous.
It's good to be back in Seoul though...
It's 3:08 am. in a couple hours, my cousin and I hit up Kimpo in order to fly out to Jeju Island...
Time's flying by way to quickly at this point, and all I can do is hang on for dear life onto it's forceful momentum.
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so, that feeling hasn't gone away after 2 weeks and counting?? hmmm that's some food for thought...
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